Missing you

I miss you.

I miss waking up beside you and showering with you...soaping each other up and starting the day on my knees giving you pleasure.

I miss getting ready beside you in the bathroom and making us coffee, bringing you a cup as you finish getting ready...because for some reason I'm always done before you.

I miss talking to you or texting you sweet nothings during the day, bringing a smile to your face or making you fight off an erection at the most inappropriate time.

I miss surprise visits to one another, you showing up unannounced and making me take the lunch you know I'd never take otherwise.

I miss coming home and cooking dinner, waiting for you to come home.

I miss the feeling of your mouth on me as my reward and the feeling of you moving over top of me, claiming me as yours.

I miss feeling like I belong to you.

I miss going for drives with the top down, some of it spent in your lap.

I miss going to the movies and being able to share our thoughts afterward...assuming I didn't miss part of it because I was in your lap.

I miss going out to dinner and sitting across from you and looking into your eyes and feeling how lucky I am, how grateful I am to be yours.

I miss family gatherings, sitting at your feet, not simply because there aren't enough seats, but because I feel so comfortable there.

I miss you holding me when I cry and I miss being able to distract you when you are stressed.

I miss your advice and wisdom.

I miss your power and the pain you use to let me show you how much I will submit to for you and you alone.

I miss you using my body, for your pleasure, for my pleasure, and for the pleasure of others. I love the enjoyment I see in your face at their envy of you and what we have.

I miss long walks holding hands and talking.

I miss laying out under the stars beside you.

I miss cuddling on the couch and reading to you, or having you read to me.

I miss waiting in a long line for ice cream on a hot summer day.

I miss introducing each other to new music we've found.

I miss painting my nails, thinking of how much you'll like them.

I miss you brushing my hair (and pulling it).

I miss you encouraging me as I nervously try to shave your face.

I miss running errands and all of the mundane pieces of life.

I miss wine tastings and traveling with you.

I miss all of the life we've missed while being apart. I long to find you and make up for all of this lost time. I hope we have a long future ahead of us in which to do it.